The military-industrial complex has its own unique password system, which can quickly convey information with the help of the country's economic signal system. On that day, Napoleon, who was fishing and picnicking with several officers by the river, received a message sent to him using the military-industrial complex's password.

Napoleon smiled and took the information, and said to Berthier, who was buttering the bread, "I bet that this must be the coward Joseph urged us to help him..."

As he said this, Napoleon took the information, but after a few glances, he jumped up from the ground: "Damn Joseph! Stop playing, get up, we are going to prepare for a rush to march!"

"What's wrong? Something happened to the front line?" Bertier was startled by Napoleon's appearance. His hands shook, and the bread that had been applied buttered fell off his hands and fell on his pants, making his pants full of butter.

"Yes, something happened, something big happened! Joseph, idiot!" Napoleon cursed viciously, "Where is his brain? Have you been gnawed by the dog?"

Looking at Napoleon's hideous face, Bertie asked hesitantly: "General... Could it be... Verdun lost?"

"If this is the case, it would be fine!" Napoleon said angrily, "But that fool of Joseph can guard Verdun until he dies of old age... It's because this guy's hands are too dark, in just three days, three days! This fool killed and crippled tens of thousands of British and Prussians. Now he said that both the British and Prussians have not come out to attack for the whole day! They are going to run away! Damn, I gave up the honor of completely annihilated Suvorov in Italy, crossed the steep mountains, and came to Paris thousands of miles away. Is it for... to come for an outing? This idiot, can't he take a lighter approach, and let others have a headache? He..."

While walking back, Napoleon recalled the words that Joseph had used on him before, and then applied them all to Joseph. When he got on the horse and calmed down a little, Bertie said quickly: "Why would General Joseph Bonaparte take the initiative to attack and hold them back?"

"Dream! No need to think about it, this guy will never take the initiative!" Napoleon replied almost without thinking about it.

"Aren't Murah there?" said Bertie, "If you don't let him lead the troops to fight back."

"Then we can really turn back to Italy." Napoleon said, "If it were Dawu or... Alas, Louis, I am so stupid, really! I thought that Joseph would hold Verdun and didn't need any technical guidance at all. I didn't expect Joseph to do this too much, so I sent Murah. If I listened to you and sent Dawu to the sect, it would definitely be much better now... Alas..."

After sighing for a while, Napoleon said again: "Send a message to the fool immediately. I don't care what he does, but no matter what, he will hold the British and the Prussians, and hold them for at least another week!"

In fact, when the British and the Prussians did not launch another attack for a whole day, Joseph also knew that things seemed to be very big. If the British and the Prussians stopped fighting and went back to play defense, it would not seem very fun later. So Joseph cursed Napoleon, a bastard, why didn't he come soon? At the same time, he racked his brains to think about how to keep the British and Prussians.

"What if we take the initiative and give a head, making them feel that we are seriously damaged and have hope?" Joseph thought, "No, doing so will damage my reputation in the future; and what if something goes wrong with playing?"

So this idea was immediately rejected by Joseph himself.

So take the initiative to attack and stick to your opponent so that they can’t retreat immediately?

This is a high-tech job that requires very good control of the time, method and strength of contact. To do this, it requires micro-operation at least level 8. Joseph spent a full 500 billion picoseconds to conduct a preliminary assessment of his micro-operation level, and then rejected the plan without hesitation.

So how can we keep those John and Fritz? Of course, we have to find a way to make them have an illusion, and make them feel that they can succeed by working hard. But how can we guide them to have such an illusion?

Thinking of this, Joseph thought again, what would he think if he was a general from John or Fritz?

"Russia has already fallen into alliances. If the war is long-term, it will not be optimistic about Britain or Prussia. Well, Paris is already close at this time, and they have paid so much money. If they give up the attack, it is to admit defeat, and it is actually difficult for them to explain. So, as long as there are reasons to continue to support their attack, even if it is not particularly convincing, they will definitely continue to attack. The question is how to give them this reason. Well, there seem to be some double-sided spies on Fouche..."

So Joseph gathered his officers together, held a meeting, and then...

In the small living room of Deutsche banker Batien's house, several people are gathering together to discuss matters.

"Phillip, do you think this news is reliable?" asked a tall and thin middle-aged man.

"Emperor, I'm not sure if this news is true. This news was obtained by Viscount Thierry in Paris. Viscount Thierry's work in Paris over the years has been fruitful in general." The young man named Victor replied, with his hands on the table, and if you are more careful, you will notice that the skin on his hands was a strange yellowish color, like leather made of nitrogen.

"Excellent?" The tall and thin middle-aged man sneered, "Is the so-called effective one meant that tens of thousands of people were chased and chopped by hundreds of people?"

"Emperor, I think your requirements for Viscount Thierry are a bit harsh. Because no matter those hundreds or tens of thousands, they are essentially our enemies. So no matter who cuts down whom, I think this is the success of Viscount Thierry. We cannot rely on revolution or riots to get back to Paris. After all, we cannot accept a kingdom where parliament decides everything." The man named Philip replied.

Philip's answer was not particularly polite, but his firm political attitude and judgment of the enemy and me were very consistent with the earl's wishes, so he was not angry, and nodded in agreement and said, "Phillip, you are right. My requirements for Viscount Thierry may be too harsh. If his news is true, then the day we return to Paris will probably not be far away..."

This man was the Earl of Artowa who was exiled abroad, the king Louis XVI whose head was cut off, and the younger brother of the now self-proclaimed French king Louis XVI. In his original history, after the restoration of the Bourbon dynasty, he also served as a king for a period of time, called "Charles X". Among all the royalists, he was also the most conservative and stubborn one.

"Emperor, at this time, I think that no matter whether the news is true or not, we should regard it as true." Philip said again.

"Mr. Treville, what do you mean?" asked a person next to Count Avatu. At the same time, Count Avatu turned his doubtful gaze to him.

"Gentlemen, we just received news that the Anglo-Prussian coalition was frustrated in Verdun." Philip Trewell said as he looked around everyone, and everyone nodded.

"And our friends in the British and Prussians also told us that the British and Prussians had the idea of ​​temporarily withdrawing their troops. The reliability of this news is beyond doubt, and it is also known to all gentlemen." Philip de Treville continued, "What will happen if they retreat temporarily? Have you ever thought about it?"

No one said anything.

"Soon, General Napoleon Bonaparte's army will arrive in Paris. If neither the British nor the Prussians can take Verdun before this army arrives, then once this army arrives, they will have no chance of taking Verdun and capturing Paris. Sir, what will happen next?"

Everyone still didn't say anything.

"There will be a decisive battle, and the best result of this decisive battle is that both sides lose the ability to continue attacking. So we have a talk together, and the rebels sold the Irish and the Poles, the British Prussians betrayed us, thus achieving a 'peace'; or General Napoleon Bonaparte won another brilliant victory... Sir, how different is this result for us? Aren't these our big failures?"

Speaking of this, Philip Treville paused for a moment so that everyone could understand it carefully, and then continued: "So, for us, no matter what, we must promote the coalition's attack on Verdun. Only by taking Verdun and winning Paris can we win. Any other ending is hard to swallow for us, isn't it? And this news, whether true or false, is good news that can promote the British and Prussians to continue the attack. If it is true, we will become the biggest winners, even if it is false, a trap, and we are not us, or even our most reliable allies. So, sirs, I don't understand why we are not British or Prussians, why should we hesitate if this news is true."

"Paipapapapa..." Earl Avatu took the lead in applauding.
Chapter completed!